Chapter 12 :A world of pain
Mikaelson's Mansion, Mystic Falls, Living world
Once Caroline's girls gone, Hope turned to his uncle:
-''Have you heard from your sisters?";
-"Hope, darling, sit down." He answers very seriously contrary to his habits. Hope didn't like it one bit.
-"They are still looking for a solution against The Hollow right? That was the plan, find a way to get rid of it, then bring them back right?" she asks, panic rising within her. A slight breeze was making its way through the house.
-"Hope...we don't know where they are." Kol says walking toward her;
-"What!" His distraught niece exclaims so his uncle holds her in a tight embrace. Now the soft breeze became a gust knocking down every objects in his trail.
-"Freya and Davina tried to reach them in the Other Side but they couldn't, they even interrogated ghosts on the matter without success." Kol explains while Hope sobs in his arms "We will get through this, I promise."
The Grill, Mystic Falls, The Other Side (the next day)
Claire was drinking a Scottish whiskey at the Grill. Her black leather jacket kept her warm, she did not need it but it was nice. She had to have some alone time and it seemed like a good idea at the moment but now that Klaus Mikaelson was entering the bar she sighted deeply. He sat beside her, fixing a drink for himself.
-"So you want to get out of here love?" Klaus asks but Claire ignored him, "Oh really, the silent treatment. So mature of you.";
-"You would know about it do you?" she replies irritated;
-"There it is, the fire! The fire you passed on Caroline. Because you are Caroline's grandmother after all?" he says in a theatrical manner;
-"I don't think that was me, she practically raised herself..." Claire answers with sadness as she drinks more of her whiskey. Nicklaus tensed, he realised that she must have witnessed a lot of things from the Other Side.
-"You didn't tell me about your progress on the matter of escaping." He points out, seeming detached;
-"Why do you care?" she asks quietly;
-"My brother wants to join the world of the living again." Nicklaus says with a strange voice;
-"But not you.'' Claire recalls out loud;
-"I have not decided yet but why do you care?" He rectifies, "You knew from the beginning who we were, did you?";
-"I never say otherwise." She says softly, her sad eyes focus on the numerous bottles in front of her. Nicklaus should be angry, feel manipulated but he wasn't for some reason. It seemed that he was vulnerable to the Forbes women. "I wasn't always in Mystic Falls." 'it hurts to much to see my son and my granddaughter without being able to be there for them.' Claire thought although she did not feel the need to confide in him. "But I have seen enough to know that you are not my favourite candidate for my granddaughter's love life. This is what you wanted to hear, is it not?" Nicklaus chuckles:
-"I believe that the time when you would have tell me to stay away from her has come if only we weren't dead?";
-"Yes and she is so stubborn she probably would have tell me that this is not my business." She laughs very sadly. If he had a few doubts about Claire being a Forbes, now they were gone. Such sadness could not be faked. "We can only do minor magic and fixing the other side or creating a back door to the living word or even to hell require a lot, so the only solution seems to send a message." Claire finally says. There it is, their plan B. 'It seems that being vulnerable is the best approach when it come to him.' She thought.
-"Send a message to whom?" Nicklaus demands;
-"Friends, other demons. They will know where we are and what we need. It will serve as a beacon." She clarifies;
-"Is Caroline a dem..." sometimes he forgot what they were but now he was curious;
-"No, Caroline is a vampire and before that a human. Turning like me came with terrible pain, she would have know." she states firmly.
Mikaelson's Mansion, Mystic Falls, Living world
Hope had found solace in his father's studio. She knew the paintings he left in their New Orleans homes by heart but not the ones left in Mystic Falls. So she looked around, focusing at nothing in particular, her mind quiet blank. The sorrow had drained her completely so she knocked several canvases over in her unsteady moves. She put them back and that when she found the painting. She was currently looking upon Ms Salvatore Forbes cradling a baby –her as a baby in fact- in a motherly way. The canvas was full of love and warm. She brought her hand to her mouth in horror.
Ending song: Tell that devil – Jill Andrews
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